Page 32 of Tormented By Regret

"You all know?" I asked.

"Hoax sent out a message."

I squinted against the sunlight, “Good old Hoax doing his due diligence.”

"I'm glad you called, brother. How are you holding up?"

I knew Helsing meant well. As the club's Chaplain he was only worried about keeping our souls intact. He knew we were all damned, even his own, but he was always trying to give us some redemption.

"I'll live, brother. Just wanted to let you all know I'm headed into Tennessee with Whisper. Should be arriving in New Orleans in a few days or so."

"You both, good? Do you need anything?"

"Other than a good whiskey and a woman around my cock, I'm good."

In the back of my mind, I remembered Whisper's warm curvy body writhing beneath mine and my cock jerked to life. Fuck my life, this woman was going to get me in trouble.

"Well then, I’ll let Jameson know you’ve checked in. We'll talk more when you get here. Godspeed, brother."

As I hung up, I knew that getting home not only meant giving Jameson an explanation on what the fuck was happening, but it also meant a soul-searching session with our Chaplain, which I truly was not prepared to do.

I shielded my eyes from the sun, which was glaring down on the dark cement. In the distance, leaning against my bike, was Whisper. That raven black hair fluttering in the wind. As I approached, I noticed she wore a crop top with a skull giving you the finger beneath her red leather jacket. I couldn't help but swipe at the finger, also gently swiping at the plush breast beneath it.

"That meant for me?" I asked.

She looked down at my hand and squinted up at me, the sun glaring in her eyes. "Maybe."

I nodded. "Good. That's good. Let's go."

I tore out of that parking lot as fast as possible. We needed to get our ass back to safe territory and I needed some serious backup.

POWERTRAIN

We found ourselves somewhere in the heart of Central Texas. Ripper, our Chapter President down here, had secured us a place to rest for the night, all under Jameson's orders, naturally. I was supposed to make a stop in Oklahoma, but that would have to wait for another day. I couldn't risk further exposure, and my priority was getting back to New Orleans to ensure Whisper's safety.

Jameson would undoubtedly have questions, but I doubted he'd challenge my decision once I briefed him on the situation. We were facing a different breed of evil this time.

Glancing down the hall where Whisper was resting, I couldn't help but notice the toll the stress had taken on her. Her usual vibrant aura had dimmed, and she appeared paler than usual. I instructed her to freshen up and take a shower while I arranged for some food. The journey had taken its toll on both of us, and I feared she might collapse from exhaustion at any moment. Despite the soreness in my muscles and the tightness in my back, I welcomed the physical discomfort—it distracted me from the ache in my chest.

I rummaged through the empty cabinets and drawers, eventually stumbling upon an old Chinese restaurant menu. Grabbing my phone, I dialed the number. Luckily, someone picked up, ready to take my order. My hunger drove me to select a variety of dishes, knowing full well we wouldn't finish them all, but I didn't care.

"It's the last apartment on the top floor," I instructed.

"Ahhh, yes Sir," came the response before the call ended abruptly, sparing me from any further inquiries. I breathed a sigh of relief; I wasn't in the mood to explain myself to anyone.

"Did you find food?" Whisper's voice called out from the bedroom.

A smile tugged at my lips as I made my way down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the bedroom. She was adjusting her panties, her movements graceful as she straightened the seam covering her enticing ass.

"They're on the way," I replied.

Startled, she grabbed a towel to cover herself. "You can't just barge in here like that!"

I chuckled, closing the distance between us. I enjoyed seeing how my mere presence could make her so edgy. With a playful gesture, I yanked the towel away, tossing it aside.

“Lee!” She gasped as I wrapped my arm around the waist and pulled against me.

“Lee,” my name now a soft whisper as I caressed her face, tracing her lips.

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